Disclaimer: Why would I envy J.K. Rowling if I owned Harry Potter? Exactly, I wouldn't so I must not own it.
(A/N: Hola readers and hopefully reviewers here is the next chapter. I told you I would update quickly. Now down to business lets read and then review shall we. PLEASE. Gives puppy dog eyes.) italics are a dream
Chapter 3: The Dream and The Visitors
Harry tossed and turned on the hospital bed, lost in nightmares, until……
"Wormtail," Voldemort's high,cruel voice asked silkily," What news?"
"M-m-my lord," Wormtail stuttered, bowing, "I was rethinking the current events and something came to mind. In my 6th year a boy, that looked a lot like James, came to Hogwarts."
"So?" Voldemort questioned impatiently.
"Don't you see, my lord? I believe that this is Harry Potter and that is where he has gone," said Wormtail in a rush.
There was silence.
"Very good, Wormtail. That was and ingenious thought I would not have believed you capable of. There he is vulnerable without Dumbledore having performed all those damned protection spells yet. We could use this to our advantage. Yes, very good, Wormtail," said Voldemort gleefully.
Harry woke with a start.
He groped for his glasses while rubbing his scar and located them on the bedside table.
'Wait, bedside table?' Harry thought confused. He quickly put his glasses on and looked around taking in his surroundings.
He found that he was in a bed in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.
'I'm in here way too much. But, hey, I'm not complaining. This bed is a lot more comfortable than that dungeon,' Harry thought and pushed himself up in bed groaning.
'Wait,' Harry thought, looking around again,' something's off.'
He noticed that a few of the bed were in different positions than they usually were and that the tables were different. He shrugged it off, putting his head in his hands and tried to remember the dream he had just had.
There had been Wormtail and Voldemort. They had said something about him being vulnerable. Everything else was just a blur.
Suddenly, he heard a door creak open.
"Ah, you're awake, said Madame Pomfrey, walking over to him," So, what is your name?"
"My name?" he repeated skeptically.
At that moment the headmaster entered the ward.
"May I please speak with him, Poppy?" he asked her politely.
"Of course," she said rising from her seat and going into her office.
Dumbledore drew the curtains closed and put a silencing charm on them so they couldn't be overheard.
"Ah, now who are you?" he inquired.
"Are you serious, Professor?" Harry asked looking at him confused," Did Voldemort hit you with a memory charm or something?"
"Voldemort?" asked Dumbledore.
"Yes, you know the one who I defeated and that came back two years ago and the one you kidnapped me before you came?" Harry asked, thoroughly dumbfounded at the headmaster's behavior.
"I see. May I ask you what year it is?" he asked looking at him shrewdly.
"Its 2005, sir," Harry replied, totally lost now.
"Actually, now it is 1980," Dumbledore explained.
"What!" Harry exclaimed.
"Now, please tell me your name," said Dumbledore calmly.
"Harry Potter," said Harry, still in shock.
"I see, I assume you are James' son," said Dumbledore observing him," The resemblance in uncanny
"Yes, sir," said Harry distractedly.
"Perhaps you should tell me what happened," Dumbledore suggested.
"Um," said Harry, recalling Hermione's warning in their third year when they last time traveled.
"I assure you anything you tell me will not change the future," Dumbledore reasurred him, blue eyes twinkling.
"Uh," said Harry hesitantly, when suddenly he felt the tell-tale signs of the trained Legilimens probing at his mind. He quickly built up walls around his mind so as not to allow him entrance to anything he didn't think he should know.
"Don't bother," he said aloud," I am trained in Occlumency."
"Are you really now?" Dumbledore asked, surprised that he had felt him and intrigued at the amount of power the boy seemed to contain.
"Yes, sir," said Harry, "Now where to begin?"
"Um, okay. Yesterday, in my time, I had a run in with Voldemort and you had just come and were dueling him when there was and explosion and then I woke up in the Hospital Wing," Harry explained.
"You had a 'run-in' and he didn't kill you?" asked Dumbledore confused.
"Well, sir, the reason for that is a long story and one I'm not sure you should know about just yet.
"Yes, yes of course," Dumbledore agreed.
"Sir, do you know of any way to get me back?" Harry asked pleadingly.
"Well, I'll have to try and get hold of a time turner but it could take months to get registered for one. For now, I believe it would be best if you continued your schooling in this time period," said Dumbledore after a moment's thought.
"Yes, sir," said Harry.
"Now, I believe I should leave you to rest before Madame Pomfrey wrings my neck," said Dumbledore standing up.
"Sir? What are you going to tell people?" Harry asked.
"That you are an exchange student whose school was attacked by Death Eaters on your way portkeying here leaving you the only survivor," Dumbledore replied promptly.
"Alright, sir," said Harry.
"And Harry you are now Harry Jameson, I believe that it too true. I also trust you not to tell anyone their futures. Your eyes tell me you have been through much and have seen things no one your age should have to see. You have lost people close to you, that much is clear, and I know that seeing them again will be difficult but try your hardest to restrain yourself, is that clear?" said Dumbledore seriously, locking Harry's eyes with his own.
"I understand," said Harry.
"Good. Now I must take my leave of you," he said opening the curtains and removing the spell.
"What are they talking about that could take so long?" asked Sirius impatiently as they waited on one of the unoccupied beds waiting for Dumbledore to leave so they could visit.
"I don't know. Just be glad it's a Saturday and we aren't missing class," Remus replied.
"Moony, only you would think of class at a time like this," James said exasperatedly.
"A time like what?" asked Peter confused.
(A/N: DIE PETER DIE! ARGGGGG!
gets violent natives together to hunt for Peter)
"A time where we find a kid almost dead that happens to look just like me!" he practically yelled.
"Alright, Prongs. Calm down. We heard you loud and clear, said Remus, rubbind his ears that were extra sensitive to noise as the full moon was up in a week.
"Sorry, Moony," James said sheepishly, looking at him apologetically.
"That's quite alright Prongs," said Remus smiling at him.
At that moment the curtains around the boy's bed opened and Dumbledore stepped out.
"Ah, boys," said Dumbledore happily," I'd like you to meet our new exchange student, Harry Jameson. Harry these are the boys who brought you in last night."
"Thank you," said Harry smiling at them.
James thought for a moment he saw a glint of sadness in the boy's eyes as he surveyed them but the next moment it was gone and he was sure he had imagined it.
"Don't mention it," he said sitting down in the chair Dumbledore had just vacated, "Hi, I'm James Potter, and this is Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew."
"Nice to meet you," said Harry.
"Harry is the only survivor from his previous school which was attacked by Death Eaters on his way portkeying here," explained Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry," said Remus quietly.
"It's ok," said Harry, looking sad.
"You boys should go down to lunch," said Dumbledore as he exited the ward.
The Marauders followed him.
"Poor kid," James said as they sat down to lunch.
"Yeah, losing all his friends and everyone he knows like that…" said Sirius trailing off.
"We'll visit again later," said Remus and they all agreed.
(A/N: Whoa that was the longest chapter yet but not as long as some others I've read. I hope you enjoyed it! REVIEW PLEASE!)
